23-08-2025, 10:42 AM
Over 3
Deepak took strike, Karthik at the non-striker’s end, both running carefully and only managing singles. The over crawled, tension thick in the air, and by the end, they had scored just two more runs. The total was now a pitiful five runs.
My Mom stood right next to me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra showing beneath, and the black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She wasn’t holding a bat—just watching helplessly.
Her frustration bubbled over. Breasts rising sharply with every exhale, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting slightly as she pressed her hands together in agitation. Her lips trembled, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Varun… I… I can’t win the thirty lakhs… it’s impossible!” she whispered, voice breaking, tears starting to slip down her flushed cheeks. The fear and frustration in her tone made my pulse pound.
I gently cupped her face, brushing away a tear with my thumb. “Mom… don’t cry. We’re not done yet. Just breathe, stay with me… we’ll find a way,” I whispered, feeling the warmth of her Breasts against my chest, Buttocks pressing slightly into me.
She shivered, letting out a small sob, Breasts rising and falling rapidly, Buttocks shifting under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly above the petticoat as she leaned into me for support.
“Trust me, Mom… thirty lakhs is still possible. Just stay close, watch carefully, and be ready,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek, feeling the heat and tension radiating off her.
Even in her near tears, My Mom’s presence—the sway of her Buttocks, the rise of her Breasts, the teasing Pantyline under her petticoat—made my body react, a mix of concern, desire, and helpless arousal as I held her close.
After Over 3
Deepak's Dad stormed toward My Mom, white T-shirt clinging to his chest, White Track Pants fluttering slightly as he moved. His face was hard, eyes blazing.
“Sudha! What is this?! You’re the worst captain I’ve ever seen!” he barked, voice carrying across the field. “You can’t motivate your team to hit sixes or boundaries! You’re letting everyone down! If you can’t lead them to win, don’t even dream of taking home the three lakhs!”
The words hit My Mom like a lightning strike. Her Breasts heaved sharply with the shock, Buttocks tensing under the yellow saree, and her Pantyline shifted as she pressed her hands to her face. Her lips trembled, and tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks.
“I… I… I’m trying…” she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking. Her whole body shook, Breasts rising and falling with each sob, Buttocks trembling as she sank slightly toward me for support.
I stepped closer, placing a steady hand on her shoulder, feeling her Breasts pressing against me, Buttocks brushing into mine. “Mom… shh… it’s okay,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face. “Don’t let him scare you. We’ll find a way to turn this around. Just breathe… stay with me.”
Even in her tears, My Mom radiated tension and sensuality—Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing, Pantyline teasing under the petticoat. The frustration, fear, and helplessness all mixed together, making it impossible for me to look away.
She clung to me, sobbing quietly, as I held her close, pressing soft kisses on her temple and cheek, trying to calm her while feeling the undeniable erotic charge of her warmth and vulnerability pressed against me.
I turned to My Mom, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked cheek, Breasts pressing lightly against my chest, Buttocks swaying under the yellow saree, Pantyline teasing beneath the petticoat.
“Mom… I know how to get them moving,” I whispered, voice low and teasing. “Tell Deepak and Karthik… if they score sixes and boundaries, they’ll get kisses from you.”
She blinked, flushed deeply, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties shifting as she tried to process my words.
Deepak's Dad, still fuming, paused and then slowly smiled, eyes lighting up. “Hmm… that’s actually… a great idea,” he said, nodding approvingly.
Deepak's Dad called Deepak and Karthik over, voice loud and clear: “Deepak! Karthik! Listen carefully! If you hit sixes and boundaries in this over, Aunty will personally give you kisses!”
The two of them froze for a moment, wide-eyed, then exchanged a glance. Motivation lit up their faces immediately. Smirks formed, and they ran toward the crease, bat in hand, ready to face Over 4 with renewed energy.
My Mom pressed her hands to her Breasts, cheeks flaming, Buttocks tightening under her saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, as she whispered softly to me: “Varun… they’re going to get kisses from me?”
I smiled, holding her closer, Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks brushing lightly against my thigh. “Yes, Mom… that’s how we get this game moving. Just watch and enjoy,” I murmured, feeling a wave of heat at the thought of her flushed, teasing reaction.
Deepak and Karthik ran to their positions, completely fired up, ready to smash sixes and boundaries as the field prepared for Over 4, Ball 1.
Deepak took strike, Karthik at the non-striker’s end, both running carefully and only managing singles. The over crawled, tension thick in the air, and by the end, they had scored just two more runs. The total was now a pitiful five runs.
My Mom stood right next to me, yellow saree clinging to her Buttocks, yellow blouse stretched over her Breasts, black Bra showing beneath, and the black Panties teasing above her petticoat. She wasn’t holding a bat—just watching helplessly.
Her frustration bubbled over. Breasts rising sharply with every exhale, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Pantyline shifting slightly as she pressed her hands together in agitation. Her lips trembled, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Varun… I… I can’t win the thirty lakhs… it’s impossible!” she whispered, voice breaking, tears starting to slip down her flushed cheeks. The fear and frustration in her tone made my pulse pound.
I gently cupped her face, brushing away a tear with my thumb. “Mom… don’t cry. We’re not done yet. Just breathe, stay with me… we’ll find a way,” I whispered, feeling the warmth of her Breasts against my chest, Buttocks pressing slightly into me.
She shivered, letting out a small sob, Breasts rising and falling rapidly, Buttocks shifting under the saree, Panties peeking teasingly above the petticoat as she leaned into me for support.
“Trust me, Mom… thirty lakhs is still possible. Just stay close, watch carefully, and be ready,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek, feeling the heat and tension radiating off her.
Even in her near tears, My Mom’s presence—the sway of her Buttocks, the rise of her Breasts, the teasing Pantyline under her petticoat—made my body react, a mix of concern, desire, and helpless arousal as I held her close.
After Over 3
Deepak's Dad stormed toward My Mom, white T-shirt clinging to his chest, White Track Pants fluttering slightly as he moved. His face was hard, eyes blazing.
“Sudha! What is this?! You’re the worst captain I’ve ever seen!” he barked, voice carrying across the field. “You can’t motivate your team to hit sixes or boundaries! You’re letting everyone down! If you can’t lead them to win, don’t even dream of taking home the three lakhs!”
The words hit My Mom like a lightning strike. Her Breasts heaved sharply with the shock, Buttocks tensing under the yellow saree, and her Pantyline shifted as she pressed her hands to her face. Her lips trembled, and tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks.
“I… I… I’m trying…” she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking. Her whole body shook, Breasts rising and falling with each sob, Buttocks trembling as she sank slightly toward me for support.
I stepped closer, placing a steady hand on her shoulder, feeling her Breasts pressing against me, Buttocks brushing into mine. “Mom… shh… it’s okay,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face. “Don’t let him scare you. We’ll find a way to turn this around. Just breathe… stay with me.”
Even in her tears, My Mom radiated tension and sensuality—Breasts heaving, Buttocks tensing, Pantyline teasing under the petticoat. The frustration, fear, and helplessness all mixed together, making it impossible for me to look away.
She clung to me, sobbing quietly, as I held her close, pressing soft kisses on her temple and cheek, trying to calm her while feeling the undeniable erotic charge of her warmth and vulnerability pressed against me.
I turned to My Mom, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked cheek, Breasts pressing lightly against my chest, Buttocks swaying under the yellow saree, Pantyline teasing beneath the petticoat.
“Mom… I know how to get them moving,” I whispered, voice low and teasing. “Tell Deepak and Karthik… if they score sixes and boundaries, they’ll get kisses from you.”
She blinked, flushed deeply, Breasts rising sharply, Buttocks tensing under the saree, Panties shifting as she tried to process my words.
Deepak's Dad, still fuming, paused and then slowly smiled, eyes lighting up. “Hmm… that’s actually… a great idea,” he said, nodding approvingly.
Deepak's Dad called Deepak and Karthik over, voice loud and clear: “Deepak! Karthik! Listen carefully! If you hit sixes and boundaries in this over, Aunty will personally give you kisses!”
The two of them froze for a moment, wide-eyed, then exchanged a glance. Motivation lit up their faces immediately. Smirks formed, and they ran toward the crease, bat in hand, ready to face Over 4 with renewed energy.
My Mom pressed her hands to her Breasts, cheeks flaming, Buttocks tightening under her saree, Pantyline teasing beneath her petticoat, as she whispered softly to me: “Varun… they’re going to get kisses from me?”
I smiled, holding her closer, Breasts pressing into me, Buttocks brushing lightly against my thigh. “Yes, Mom… that’s how we get this game moving. Just watch and enjoy,” I murmured, feeling a wave of heat at the thought of her flushed, teasing reaction.
Deepak and Karthik ran to their positions, completely fired up, ready to smash sixes and boundaries as the field prepared for Over 4, Ball 1.
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